Mahatu looked up at Amy with emotion.�And he gave up his seat to the old man, relieved that he hadn�t caused a racial crisis.

The old man, who introduced himself as Hasid, the elder of the Kergo tribe, asked Sirone a meaningful question.

�Did you see Miro�s message?�

Sirone recalled the scene she saw in the room of achievement and sacrifice.�It was information floating in fragments because it passed by so quickly, but each one was vivid.

Sirone nodded, and the elder turned around with his cane.

The natives gathered in the square were waiting for an answer.

�Finally, the messenger of the god has come to Kergo!�

Sirone and the others covered their ears.�As Hasid ran out of words, the natives let out a warrior�s roar.

The cave was filled with sound that seemed to explode the ceiling.

Shouts of joy intermittently intermingled with cries.�Amidst the crowd, naked people came and knelt before Sirone.

�My messenger, my child is sick.�Please fix it.�

Arin�s channel was also connected to Mahatu, so I was able to understand her words.�However, her ability to heal her sick child was not available to Sirone.

The old man who had crawled beside the woman put his hands together and begged.

�Give me something to eat!�Families are starving.�

Starting with that, people arrived one after another.

�Give me eternal life!�

�Please yield to my daughter Atoreman!�She has a man that the child is engaged to!�

�Make me a woman!�

Arin didn�t even cover his ears, so he closed his eyes.�The sight transmitted through her menarche was all red, as if she were seeing seething lava.�Her spirit would collapse if she accepted more of people�s aspirations.

�Canis!�The voice of the heart is too loud!�

�Close the channel.�You might get hurt.�

Sirone was caught in the crowd and couldn�t move a single step.�Arin canceled the telepathy, making it impossible to interpret, but the ripples of emotion rushed in and tightened his heart.�It was like being under mass hypnosis.�The keyword would be madness.

Sirone turned to Hasid and Mahatu for help.�However, they were only looking at their own people with sad eyes.

�Everyone be quiet!�

The man�s shouts broke out, and in an instant there was silence.

A young man, accompanied by strong warriors on his left and right, walked from the northern tunnel.�He wasn�t big, but his balloon-like muscles overpowered his bodyguards.�His hair was long and pulled back, and he had golden tattoos on his face.

Arin finally opened his eyes.

The emotion of the natives seen through menarche was awe.

But that wasn�t all.

are afraid�A menarche commonly seen in situations dealing with an iron-fisted ruler.�It was clear that the man was the head of Kergo. JrNovels.com